Thursday, February 14, 2008

Something about mature coping mechanisms

It is possible that my high point of today came when I got to say, "Your mother," to a psychiatry attending.

It was in response to a question ("What did we think caused psychiatric disease in the time of DSM-II?"), and it was the right answer (you know, Freud and whatnot), but it was still kind of pleasing, in an immature giggling sort of way.

Also, my main psych attending pegged the other student on my team as a surgeon pretty quickly. Today I asked him if he knew what I was going into. OB was his second guess. His first choice was Pediatrics. I told him that was nice of him.

(For those of you who don't know, pediatricians are known for being very nice. OB/GYNs...not so much.)

2 comments:

twinsetellen said...

I'm glad you didn't say "my mother".

Today we know the cause is an insufficient supply of kitties. We're glad you and Brandon are well covered on this point.

Jan said...

We need more mature coping mechanisms at my place of employment! Maybe I should invest in kitties.